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One was a long cadaverous figure that suggested to Madden, Cleghorne, the Yankee commander of the Minnie B. When his eyes strayed across the table to Cleghorne's partner, Leonard's knees almost crumpled in surprise. He was looking at the old commander of the floating dock, Mate Malone.
"He ran that jick over your king!" Leonard stood beside the port blind making a tantalizing effort to recall something. Where had he heard the name "Cleghorne?" He repeated it mentally several times. "Cleghorne, Cleghorne " of a sudden it came to him. He had never heard it, but had seen it framed in the license that hung in the chart room of the schooner, Minnie B.
Then they understood the sound came from one of the lighted ports. They moved softly among the shirts and trousers until they reached the suspected port. Inside they heard a very trivial conversation in English. "I'm after that jack of yours, Captain Cleghorne," declared a thick voice with a laugh. "I played low, remember that," A silence, then a burst of laughter.
A stifled consternation seized the card players, who crowded up to the port. A moment later all the lights were snapped out one after another. "Tell us who there was to catch us," begged Leonard in a whisper. "Who? W'y a German warship, that's who! One caught us an' Cap Cleghorne. Caught th' Cap away hup on th' Newfoundland Banks. Caught us first day "
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